[MxM Slash] Rating May Go Up. Maddie just wants to live every second as if it's his last. Harold would prefer never having to see another living soul again. And as they shake each other’s preconceived notions of life, anything is fair game.

MxM
Slash Rating May Go Up. Maddie just wants to live every second as if
it's his last. Harold would prefer never having to see another living
soul again. And as they shake each other's preconceived notions of
life, their families unite in the hopes of bringing them apart.

Author's
Note: Well, as my first real dive into slash
fiction, this story is really exciting for me. After watching "Harold
and Maude" on cable the other day, I was really inspired to
start this story. So please read and review. Any input is
appreciated, as long as it's civil and constructive. Enjoy!

P.S.
Because I heart Luci Chan's fics, my chappies will have a track
listing (albeit more pop oriented). So for this one it's: "Because
I'm Awesome" by The Dollyrots, to introduce Maddie.

Chapter
1: Blank Stares and Death Ray Glares

I'm not
sure why I don't come off as intimidating as I should. I mean, I know
I'm not super butch or anything, but I'm not a wilting flower,
right?

Yeah, my hair has a neon fuchsia streak right now, but
that shouldn't take away that I'm like really scary, si?

...
Okay, okay. I'm also pretty short, but so was Napoleon, right? But
apparently now I'm also pretty thin and sprightly. I'm not even sure
what sprightly means, but I'm kinda sure it involves fairies or
something. My roommate got a smack for that one.

Anyways, I
promise you I'm incredibly Badass!

And the fact that I realize
that I'm incredibly Badass, but that Patient A46 doesn't, is starting
to piss me off. I put on my best mean-mugging face as I attempt to
force-feed him his drug cocktail, but it seems to have no effect on
him.

"Takeit! Takeit!
TakeitTakeitTakeit!" I bark, pulling his
head back and rubbing the pills against his mouth while dangling
helplessly from his shoulders.

I should let you know that
Patient A46 is built like a gorilla... and smelly as hell. As the
revelation that the puddle I stepped in as I walked into the room
probably wasn't composed of mud, I feel bile rise up to my
throat.

But that will not deter me! Badasses never give up!
Never surrender!

"Nacho, take your
pills!" I shout louder, pulling on the
monster's hair and smashing the pills onto his mouth harder. "Take
them now or I'll call your Grandmother!"

As
Nacho's body tenses up in less than a millisecond, I quickly realize
that I've probably made the biggest mistake of my life... and that
the new meat it Psych Ward is set to arrive any minute.
Dammit!

Anyway,
back to Hulk or whatever.

So Nacho came to us after social
services found him chained up to a bed in his Grandmother's attic,
severely used and abuse.

The report I read said he lived in
filthy conditions (which surprises me not) and that he was treated as
a human punching bag by most of the family. According to the psych
people mentioning anything in reference to his past might set him off
on a homicidal rampage.

I'm sure everyone agrees that it's
only understandable that I feel all the blood rushing out of my face
and that I'm sure I tinkled a little into my underoos.

I let
out a glorious battle cry as I jump off of Nacho and bolt out the
door. And while I realize my battle cry comes off as more of a
piercing shriek than a barbarian war call, I get a free pass on the
account of the 300 pound mammoth stampeding towards me.

I knock a couple of people over,
apologize and continue my escape. After a couple of minutes my feet
start to give way, and I know I can't keep this up much longer.

"I
don't want to die!" I sob, as I flail my
arms around and blindly jump on a random passerby's back.

"-the
hell?!" yelps a voice that reminds me of
Effie, and before I can explain the situation to this voluptuous
woman with boobs as big as Effie's I hear Nacho's stomping getting
closer.

"RUN IF YOU VALUE YOUR
LIFE, WOMAN!" I scream into the girl's
ear, but instead of feeling the rush of the cool air as she carries
me to safety I feel the cold hard tile connect roughly with my
tailbone.

"Aaaiieee!"
I groan, and I feel tears start to form behind my eyes as they dart
up to find Effie visibly pissed off and currently shooting her death
glare of hate in my direction. Her dark hair falls in disheveld curls
around her ivory skin and her eyebrows furry in annoyance.

"Save
me" I whimper as I wrap myself around
her leg, just before the notion that the Nacho's stomping stopped a
couple of seconds ago. I nuzzle into the softness of her scrubs
before looking up at her again.

"Where's
Nacho?" I ask, my voice squeaky and
better suited for a cartoon mouse. I sneak a peek behind me and grin
widely at the sight of Nacho shaking in fear as Doctor Staley, a tiny
plump woman who's barely 5 feet in stilettos, scolds him into
submission. Hee.

"Maddie?"

"Yeah,
Effie?" I look up and notice she's still
glaring down at me.

"Stand up" she orders,
attempting to keep herself from strangling me. She motions to the
figure next to her by way of her weirdly huge eyes.

Next to
her stands the tallest, gangliest and most socially awkward
individual I have ever seen. I jump up to my feet and blush as I
notice I barely reach his chest before taking him in.

Here's
what I can tell you: he stands at about 6 foot 2, with his height
managing to make him appear malnourished and frail. He has shaggy
black hair and creamy white skin that's too pale to be healthy. His
nose is perfect, being slightly large and subtly hooked, and his
mouth is pressed into a tight thin line at the moment, making it
perfectly clearhe'd rather be anywhere than here.

And
then there's his eyes. Like Effie's, they're large, but unlike hers
his are black. I think about those dark whole things in space that
they teach us about in sixth grade, and pout lightly.

He's so
empty.

And I'm so in love. I can already hear the pop
soundtrack playing in the background as we run towards each other in
a field of sunflowers, but something nags me away from my
fantasy.

"Maude!"
snaps Effie, her death glare turned up to level "Rip
a Ho."

"You
mean Maddie" I clarify, pressing out my
chest and craning my neck in an attempt to look regal and awesome. I
also attempt to smile with my eyes, but it comes off as more of a
squint than anything.

Damn
you Tyra.

Effie places a hand on the boy's shoulder and
squeezes encouragingly. He either didn't feel her bear grip or he
isn't much for social situations.

"This
is Harold."

I smile wide. And he
blinks blankly.

We are so
in love.

To Be Continued...

A/N:
Please review! I don't really have a set plan for the story, but I
have a vague idea of where I want it to go. The prospect of Harold
and Maddie makes me giddy though. And I promise you'll see much more
of their contrasting personalities. Questions? Ideas? Feel free to
post those too!

KThnxBye!

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